Public Records - Background Information
Basic::
Full Name: Lazarus Dread
Alias/Title: Death's Pressure
Nickname: Lazzy
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 11/19
Age: 1300
Appearance:
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 145 lbs.
Eye Color: Golden yellow
Hair Color: Dark Red
Body Type: A slender build with smooth skin and ambiguos features. Ambiguos in terms of not having gender specific features.
Nationality: Germanic
Appearance Description: Lazarus is a slim individual with a mane of flowing red hair falling down his back. One eye patch covers is right eye, the other being a golden yellow. A wealth of deeply tanned skin covers his body, giving him a nice color. Long legs and a thin frame add to his ever growing neatrality in gender. With no outward masculine of femanine features, one would not know the difference unless asking or told otherwise.
Classified Records - Psychology and History
Basic:
Occupation: Wanderer
Affiliation:
Former Occupation: 1st Espada
Former Affiliation:
Hobbies: Finding new people to talk to
Likes: Lazarus is a quiet, curious person. Often found studying others for their ideal's or motives, he enjoy's long conversations about philosophy. Aside from conversing with others, Lazarus enjoy's candy, any sort of hard candy. He is often easily bribed with the sweet treat and does just about whatever is asked of hmi in exchange for large amounts of it.
Dislikes: The only thing he dislikes is people who think they are better than others. Those people who consider themselves of a higher class. It will take a while before the attitude of said person would begin to bother him, but once it does he would make a fine point to show his agitation.
Advanced:
Character Strengths: Strategic in thought, Lazarus plans out his moves several moments in advance. the only time he does not plan out his actions is when he loses control of his temper. He can carry out a strategic assualt almost flawlessly, only changing it if the situation drastically changes in the other person's favor.
Character Weaknesses: Lazarus has one fatal flaw, he has no idea what limit's are. This usually means he does not know when he should stop talking, or fighting, or argueing. Anything that requires thinking about stopping is absent from his thought process entirely.
Motto/Quotes: I'll use you to redefine the word rough."
"I'll show you the definition of a vengeful god."
Personality: Lazarus is a calm male with a kind smile. But this is the only thing about him that is normal, his curiosity borders insanity. A sharp individual with very watchful eyes, he will often point out when somebody is doing something he is not familiar with. this gets him into a lot of trouble due to the fact that he will do it constantly. Along with that, he often pushes peoples limitations. Pushing questions on them that they might not like to answer, just to see if he can get them to. Everything to him is 'predator or prey.'
Sexual Preference: Lazarus has no sense of sexuality, so he doesn't really care about gender. If he becomes attracted to somebody, he will go after them regardless.
Relatives: Lazarus has no memories of anything before his hollow days.
Spouse: Isn't currently involved with anyone.
Friends: Even though he is a talkative person, Lazarus doesn't quite think of people as friends.
Rivals: After living for such a long time, he has grown tired of rivalry, tossing it aside for friendly sparring matchs that test the others limits.
Enemies: Lazarus personally doesn't hold enemies in his mind, though others may think of him as one.
Background: Lazarus lived an average life, normal, quiet, peaceful. His death was not very natural though. A building had caught fire due to an explosion on lower levels. He happened to be in the building when it happened. Due to his size and lack of physical strength, he could not make it out before the smoke and flames got the better of his body. Waking up to find a chain on his chest, he attempted to leave the burn remains. More chains had him anchored to the place, holding him there as he watched countless people pass hmi by. It was as if he were held captive, never being able to reach out to the people he saw on a day to day basis. A feeling like depression set in before it turned to rage, the chain on his chest slowly crumbling as the days grew longer, nights growing colder. It was a lonely night when everything changed, as the final remnents of the chain shattered and his humanity was stolen away from him. As the white mask material started to cover his face, the only thing running through his mind was an endless hunger that grew in the center of his chest, were a hole rested.
Consume, fight, consume, fight. Those two words screamed in his mind for days, weeks, years. It was always a fight for the souls, half the time he would leave with bloody limbs and nothing to devour. as a hollow, he was disgusting, an aquatic body with a white mask that didn't match up. Everything about him was instinctual, and every soul he devoured brought him closer to individuality. It was like every soul pushed the screaming words in his head down, keeping them in check just that much longer. But as time passed, human souls didn't cut it anymore, and the carnal urge to attack his own overrode any kind of thought. It started slow, a hollow once a week, and it made a bit of a difference. Slowly, the attacks would increase. Twice a week, four times. Finally he had to devour several hollow a day in order to keep himself right in the head. then came the change to gillian.
Sadly, the process continued in gillian, but his individuality was clarified. No longer was he a mindless killing monster that fed on his own. Finally he understood what he was doing, and why. This period of time was far longer, several decades before he felt the strength change. It was something completely different when he became an adjuches.
Adjuches, it was the term to describe him. In this form he was a shark like creature, one with golden yellow eyes and the instinct to attack anything around that bled. This led to all the adjuches around him being eaten. They would get into fights and he would smell the blood. Once the scent hit the air it was over, it was as if the instinct over rode the thought process he had gained over time. It was like blacking out to wake up surrounded by blood and hollow limbs. After a few centuries, the power grew, and grew, and grew. The body changed again, the numerous changes shaking him.
Vasto Lorde. Almost 'human' looking. He had webbed hands and feet, a long shark tail sprouting form his lower back, and a dorsal fin. His skin was covered with the same material the mask he first had was, and his power was only increasing. It took another couple centuries to gain access to his freedom. To become an arrancar. The mask and mask like material shattered from him. In it's place stood a man who look like both genders, with a fragment of his mask on the forehead of his face. The claw gauntlets that adorned his arms were the only weapons he had, and as he fought in this new form, he slowly learned more about what it was to be an arrancar. Training day in and day out, the endless night making the sense of time meaningless to an already millennium old creature. This only provoked his need to grow stronger, his body and mind slowly syncing together to act as one organism. The ressurection and segunda etapa came a long ways afterwards. When nobody comes to visit him, he spends his time training, the need to grow stronger still instinctive in his actions.
Classified Records - Combative Information
Basic:
Carried Weapons: He doesn't carry any weapons besides the gauntlets he wears, which are his zanpakuto.
Fighting Styles: Pressure Fist: His fighting style is comprised of close ranged, hand to hand/ hand to blade combat. It's quick, it's brutal, and it takes advantage of the close quarters. It focuses on striking weak points and driving the other into the ground.
Strength: His strength is by far the weakest aspect. Although he has enough force to smash craters in the ground roughly 15 feet in diameter in the human world, his strength stops there.
Speed: Speed in the Second of three things he trains in most. His speed far exceeds his strength, on par, if not succeeding Youichi the "Goddess of flash", but it is usually never used unless the situation calls for it.
Intelligence: His natural talent is the intelligence he uses in battle. It comes naturally as the fight progresses. Every opening looked at and every swing analyzed right down to the sharpness of the blade striking him.
Stamina: The third thing he trains in. Although it is not the biggest thing he’s trained in, he has the capacity to fight at full power for one day and night.
Durability: His First most trained aspect. Spending hundreds of years fighting has created a rather durable Hierro, enabling him to take several if not dozens of swings from a blade before any actual damage is done.
Advanced:
Spiritual Pressure: A Blood red spiritual pressure that radiates off of him. It has a tendency to add pressure to any situation, in every aspect of the word. When his spiritual pressure is let loose it covers a diameter of about ten meters. The area inside becomes pressurized to his control, making it difficult for the other to move as freely as they’d hope.
Swordsmanship/Accuracy/Other: His greatest aspect being the strategic intelligence, Lazarus prides himself on his ability to think on his feet. If he were to brag that would be his bragging point.
Special Training: Although he is a very physical fighter, Lazarus is more of a cero kind of person. Training in every type of cero he has seen, he can perform flawlessly.
Personal Abilities: He has no personal ability besides the manipulation of water in his ressurection and Segunda Etapa.
Animal Mimicry: None
Zanpakuto Sealed Description: A pair of Ebony claw gauntlets, slim, sleek, and sharp. They are serrated all the way up, along with blade edges on the knuckles and elbows, giving for a terrible cut when he makes contact. The claws are about half an inch longer than his actual fingers, and razor sharp.
Ressureccion Masse Zwingen
Incantation: None
Appearance: Pressure begins to surround him, spiraling around Lazarus fast. As it does, His body glows a dull red, the eye patch on his face shredding to nothingness as his other eye opens. The ground in a twenty meter diameter shatters as the full wrath of his spiritual pressure falls, doubling the force of the pressure he was using before.
Release Appearance: The gauntlets go up his arm fully as a matching set of grieves cover his legs. All blood red and sharp, a long spine tail lines down his back, comming off his lower back two feet. His top is gone, and a long tribal loincloth covers him down to his mid-leg. Tribal taatoo's appear on his chest, back, and shoulders, all black. A blood red aura radiates from him at all times, a set of horns jutting from his forehead to curve back, ending at points behind his ears.
Abilities:
Mass Pressure (Passive): The pressure he exhibited in resurreccion is doubled, and can be manipulated to the fullest extend as he wishes it. As the battle progresses, the pressure grows, so the longer the battle, the more difficult it becomes.
Techniques:
Compression Strikes: Lazarus increases the pressure around his arms and legs, but in this form, he moves all the pressure forward to the hands and feet, just before the strike would connect. The pressure doubles the amount of power in his strikes, making a crater thirty feet in diameter and two and a half feet deep. There is also a three foot diameter of pressure around the attack, so that if it misses it still does damage. If the attack makes contact, all the pressure is shot forwards in the moment of contact, sending massive amounts of pressure onto the opponent.
-Takes one post to do, last’s four posts, and the cool down is three posts.
Critical Cero: Charging up a Cero Oscuros, Lazarus waits until it has reached it’s peak before adding pressure to it. As the pressure increases, the Cero condenses, getting smaller as well as emitting a Deep blood red aura. The cero becomes one fifth the size of a cero oscuros that espada use. Once he is done compressing it, he will charge at the enemy, attempting to strike at them with an open palm, the cero in the center. If it hits, the cero detonates outwards, damaging the opponent. The power of the cero is tripled. If the strike is dodged, he can launch the cero at his opponent as another option, in which case it would move twice as fast.
-Takes three posts to do, lasts two posts, and has a six post cool down.
Momentum Shift (Passive): In Ressureccion, Lazarus has control over the pressure to a greater point. This allows for increasing or decreasing pressure in specific area’s, allowing for a higher advantage in battle. The amount of pressure he can use to increase or decrease himself or others is double the amount he put's out, as pressure not involving others is doubled as well.
-No cool down time or post limit.
